Royal Bank

This is a perfectly fine RBC branch location. It is new and shiny and the ATM vestibule has an appropriate amount of ATMs. I have never spoken to any of the staff here, but I’m sure they are friendly like the staff at other locations.
One time I was alone in the vestibule in the middle of a weekday afternoon making a withdrawal from the ATM. I was doing my transaction and I heard the door open and a man enter behind me. This man seemed to be in some vague distress, but I didn’t pay it much attention and continued with my business. Then, as I was completing the transaction I heard the sound of a great quantity of water rushing onto the vestibule floor. This sound blended with the distressed mutterings of the man to create the familiar cocaphony of a bad situation. I hastily took my money and my card and turned from the machine to the door, where I saw a man slightly crouched with his back to the corner that was directly behind me. His pants were halfway down his thighs and a long shirt covered the parts I did not want to see. He was vigorously urinating, with some panic, and muttering, «Why does this always happen to me?» I averted my eyes and made my way through the door to the street. This is a perfectly fine RBC.